I used to be someone who hated being alone. Every moment spent in my own company was a moment to be fixed – a moment to be fixed by introducing the company of others. I used to hate coming home to an empty apartment. All I wanted was to feel the warmth of someone’s arms…

Originally posted on The Fickle Heartbeat: A beautiful feature post by Single Strides. ” “I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.” – Warsan Shire Happiness sometimes hits you the moment you’re driving somewhere, completely alone. The sun will be sitting against the horizon while lighting…
You are my blue tent. You are the Gerbera daisies I come home to every evening – the brightness lighting up the night as I turn the key to open my apartment door You are the warmth I feel when I hear your voice and the emptiness when I left you standing there You are…
Come with me and we’ll ride away into the trees and the stars. Come to me with a heart full of longing. Come to me with a mind full of yearnings that have yet to be discovered and we’ll find ourselves in the breeze blowing through the trees. I can taste the stars and see…
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